The finest Moroccan leather tome
sat regally on display,
the Bible from her grandma,
a gift on their wedding day.
Scarcely touched pages still snowy white
graced by golden filigree,
sitting safely inside the curio
for all passersby to see.
To have such a lavish copy as this,
one might say they’re quite blessed
but God looking down from heaven
felt sad rather than impressed.
She told herself she should read it
but with busy cares of life,
work, family and pressing plans,
with excuses her mind was rife.
So sacred writ sat there year after year
just merely a decoration
not life giving words to be read and loved
to procure a soul’s salvation.
But not very far away
on the other side of town
lay a Bible on an oaken coffee table
its cover, a faded brown.
Sticking out from the bottom of this tome
that looked to be bruised and battered,
blue ribbon that served as a bookmark
hung limply, its end frayed and tattered.
Upon opening the much used Book
the pages were yellowed and worn
many were scribbled with notes
and some damaged and slightly torn.
One look at this bestseller’s spine
revealed a binding quite loose.
There was even a page stained purple
from unexpected spilling of juice.
Tear stains were found throughout
that could not be denied
from the owner of this Blessed tome,
evidence she was moved and had cried.
Turning through the threadbare pages,
declared that its leaves were hue loaded,
with verses that with colored pencils
had been categorized and coded.
There were browns for repentance, blues for baptism,
reds for the Holy Ghost,
purples for holiness, greens for creation,
with the One God yellows, the most.
To the eye of the average beholder
this manuscript, not a pretty sight
but God looked down from Heaven
with wonder and delight.
For the Bible was never meant to be
just an ornamental frill,
but to be read and loved and believed
its wisdom, our lives to fill.
No treasures can be found
in pristine and unturned pages
only gold diggers of this Holy Book
can extract the Rock of Ages.
Say a prayer for our president.
Attacks against him seem not to relent.
Small thing to show you really care;
for our president, say a prayer.
Into his ears, so many voices
demanding he make important choices.
Some speaking from deception or fears
so many voices into his ears.
In spite of the tension, Lord, help him stand
for righteousness and freedom of our land.
When on your knees, his name do mention.
Lord, help him to stand, in spite of the tension.
An enormous task, at the helm of a nation,
He could benefit from your supplication.
God’s wisdom and guidance for him, do ask;
at the helm of a nation, an enormous task.
1Timothy 2:1,2 First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people,
for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way.
Call in the lefties,
those rambunctious boys,
to hammer and clamor
and make lots of noise.
Fill folks with fear.
Tell them some lies.
Make them stay home
under health safety guise.
Bark out strict orders.
You have the potential
to keep open businesses
you deem essential.
Use some scare tactics
of falsely called science,
lest the masses get wise
and rise up in defiance.
Daily and nightly
spew out fake news.
Blind obedience of people
you don’t want to lose.
Call the true Christians
to get on their knees
and cry out to God
in desperate pleas
for wisdom to know
how to fight the corruption
that oozes and flows
like volcanic eruption,
for restoration of freedom
that teeters and lurches
threatening long closure
of our much needed churches,
for courage to speak,
the gospel, still spread
and boldly declare
our God is not dead!
Our grit is not sufficient
God of battle, our Lord.
Give us the strength
to wield your sword.
Use common folks
like you and like me
to help us preserve
Ephesians 6:12-18 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.
Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness,
and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace.
In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one;
and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God,
praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints,
Thou little acorn of great potential fear not, your growth can be exponential. Although you have a tiny start, it need not produce faintness of heart. Fall deep in the earth, and let the sun’s rays be the thing that hallows all of your days. Stand fast. You’ll find it is no joke. One day you’ll be a might oak. Thou new born believer of great worth, remember, Christ had a lowly birth. Don’t despise your spiritual bottle. You can’t advance overnight to full throttle. Fall deep in love with the Word of God. Let it shape the path you trod. Hold fast to the Master. One day you will be a lovely and righteous fruit bearing tree. 11/14/19 Psalm 1:1-6 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away. Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous. For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.
Copyright © Carol Connell
Each day I’m engaging with this thing called aging,
and sometimes it doesn’t seem fair.
I let out a sigh as in mirror I spy
on my chin a new granny hair.
It seems my forgetter works better and better.
Now what was I going to do?
For those in your youth, let me tell you the truth.
This reality is heading toward you.
My get up and go never more says hello.
It left without saying adieu.
Rocking chair is my friend, right up till the end.
With marathons, I think I’m through.
Age spots dot me like sprinkles. There are plenty of wrinkles.
Most of physical beauty has waned.
Yet I do not despair. For with joy I declare
I can see one thing I have gained.
Through life’s school of hard knocks and its aftershocks
and Biblical application,
wrongs I have spurned and lessons I’ve learned
give me cause for celebration.
I’m now somewhat wiser, can be an adviser
to those traveling life’s shifting road.
By God’s grace be spurred to give encouraging word
and perhaps lighten somebody’s load.
Though steps are measured, still there’s one thing I’ve treasured
in spite of youth taking backstage.
Experiences of life have left me rife
with the gift to bear fruit in old age.
Psalm 92:12-15 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God.
They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing;
To shew that the LORD is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
Those sacred pages, I love that Book
precious Holy Bible, upon which I look.
Lovingly inspired by the Rock of Ages,
I love that Book, those sacred pages.
My heart so impacted by no other writing
consuming fire in me ever igniting
such spiritual treasures I have extracted
by no other writing, my heart so impacted.
It’s powerful, life changing, when teachings are applied.
The transformation in me cannot be denied.
Order of my life, renewed, rearranging,
when teachings are applied, it’s powerful, life changing.
I pray, heed it’s call. You will be blessed
as the remedy for your sin is addressed.
To such noble doctrine, yield your all.
You will be blessed. I pray, heed it’s call.
“For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.”
“All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:” 2 Timothy 3:16
“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” Psalm 119:105
“Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.” Psalm 119:11
Ah, thou lesser lights that rule the night,
how many and manifold are thy purposes!
Let me recount some of thine accomplishments. On many
occasion you have provided a glorious backdrop with your
for multitudes of young men dropping to their
knees to lovingly propose to the girls of their dreams. Preschool
and kindergarten teachers and students have thrilled to your
red,* green,* blue,* silver* and gold* foil likeness
behavior charts. Many countries have used your stunning image to decorate
their flags, and without you, my country would have an
unspangled banner. Brutal boxers delivering their winning punch
have caused their stunned opponents to see myriads of you.****** Without you, awestruck astronomers would only be able
to gaze at the moon in fixed fascination.
From point* to point,* thou hast provided the shining stuff of which the
constellations are made. Colloquially speaking, if it weren’t for you, we could
not reach for the stars, have stars in our eyes, be every inch a star or
hitch our wagon to a star.
So many wonderful achievements you’ve made
in your life time, yet one star in its divine directive caused you to dwarf.
Blazing brilliantly in the night sky, that nameless star pointed the way
to the location where was born the most important Figure in history.
Wise men still seek the One who was illuminated by that
lone, lovely light <*>
so many years ago.
Just a tiny, crawling creature is she.
You would think her resources would be scant,
but what an example of industry.
I refer to the insect known as the ant.
With no overseer, ruler or guide,
she is quite diligent to do her work.
Perhaps it’s just how she’s wired inside.
Has a disposition to never shirk.
In hot summer time she provides her meat;
at harvest faithfully gathers her food.
Such a strong work ethic you cannot beat,
wonderful eager beaver attitude.
To avoid in life a lazy demise
Go to the ant, sluggard, and be thou wise!
Proverbs 6:6-8 Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,
Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
She glides through the village with perfect poise and grace,
a look of steady purpose, determination on her face.
Along the pathway she approaches the first passerby
who rudely cruises on his way with an irritated sigh.
The market place, the destination, where the lady arrives next
to a host of indolent youth that sit around and text.
She tries to catch their eye, begins to lift her voice
but they seemingly ignore her, definitely by choice.
Though what she has to offer, is better than silver and gold,
they won’t hear her instruction. She’s left out in the cold.
She’s been around a long time, before earth’s grand creation;
before so many traded her for pride, self -exaltation.
Yet, it is by her, that some kings and princes reign.
She gives to common men, a life that is not in vain.
All are truly blessed that choose to keep her ways
applying her sound counsel all their earthly days.
Fools that reject her will suffer eternal shame.
“Who is she?” you may ask. Wisdom is her name.
Inspired by Proverbs 8